She said, "It seems that you haven't recovered from your illness yet. You're still so disgusting!"
I was stunned.
How could I forget that again?
She was no longer the Kayla who trusted me unconditionally.
She hated me because I killed her father, her only relative in this world, Ryan Adams.
A year ago, Ryan was in a car accident.
And Kayla's fiancé Max told her, "Wesley hired someone to kidnap him in order to get your attention, but Ryan didn't know the truth and ran a red light to save him, which led to the car accident."
That day, I shuttled my broken legs and kept explaining at her feet. "It's not me. I didn't do that."
But she didn't listen to my explanation but slapped me in the face.
"Wesley, I can't believe you can do such a childish thing. Why didn't they kill you but only break your legs! Why did you have to sacrifice my father's life because of your ignorance? You are the one who deserves to die. Go to hell!"
That day, her eyes were scarlet.
If possible, she would like to kill me with her own hands to avenge Ryan.
Max stopped her in time. "Wesley didn't want this, either. He didn't expect that Ryan would risk his life for him."
This undoubtedly further aroused Kayla's anger.
"Over the years, my father has always treated him as his own son. Do you even have the slightest conscience?" she said.
Since then, Kayla no longer went home. She turned her sadness into motivation and devoted herself to working so hard that Max couldn't do anything about it.
Seeing that Kayla ignored him, he began to target me. "Wesley is such a rebellious kid. Let me help you take care of him."
Kayla agreed.
My nightmare officially began from this moment on.
-2
Kayla's rejection made me afraid to approach her.
I just kept my distance and followed her behind.
She didn't say a word when picking me up back home.
When we arrived at the underground parking lot, the darkness almost suffocated me.
Kayla used to hold my hand and comfort me, telling me not to be afraid and that she would always be there.
But it would never happen again.
I endured the fear thoughtfully and said nothing.
According to Max, I was sick.
At the beginning, he just picked me up from school every day.
But he didn't just pick me up.
He always intentionally talked to my classmates around me.
He said, "Wesley had a fight with his sister. He may be in a bad mood recently. You should take good care of him.